۞ᚷᚱᛁᛗᚾᛁᚱ DavidDx1۞

Awaken from the dust, tear through the illusion of this world, and behold a glory brighter than a thousand suns waiting to be conquered. This is the 'potential' apex of our cosmic sovereign inheritance. A celestial reality where our frame, forged in perfected might through a battle filled ascent, stands in honor and Glory beside our Eternal Queens to preside over worlds without number and partake in the pure essence of all eternity. As the ancient skalds sang of golden halls earned through righteous battle, and as the founding seers thundered to us of our celestial potential to become as the Gods themselves, so to must the true man see this as his ultimate destiny and make it his primary desire and singular pursuit. To be forged into kings, priests, and creators is the highest, most noble dream that the soul of Man can have. We must pour every measure of our lifes vigor, both physical and intellectual, into this ascent. We must strike the anvil of our faith, strike with the strength of our ancestors, and lay hold of the celestial throne that is offered to us. Yet the true seeker must know, this mortal theater offers no true sanctuary of stillness no reprieve from the battle. To believe you can rest idle, to think you have achieved what is needed and can simply wait for salvation, is the grand illusion given by the adversary of our progression who has a vested interest in our failure. If you yet draw breath in this world, your work is not done, your growth is not complete, you must seek more and do more. Passive waiting is a dangerous slumber woven to keep our spirit tethered to the dust of this world. There is no horizontal path. There is no finish line in this theater of dreams, for the true summit lies beyond the veil of tears we call life. You are either ascending through the piercing light of gnosis, one grueling step at a time, or you are quietly descending into the gravity of ignorance passing by lesson after lesson, and ignoring prompting after prompting. That is Stagnation and Stagnation is decay. If you are not vigorously laying claim to your true purpose in the relentless pursuit of light and gnosis, the current is already pulling you under. your comfort is your doom. You may be damned while still clinging to the passive hope of rescue or salvation. Yet Exaltation does not trickle down to the idle man set in his ways, satisfied with his portion, content with his knowledge, you must meet it on the battlefield of the soul and the mind and for some of the flesh. You must pierce the veil of complacency. Withdraw your consent from the slow death of comfort and look beyond the stars and seek after your true purpose. And climb, my brothers. CLIMB through the spheres. Claw tooth and nail if you must, until you breach the next level, and continue on for eternity. Never relent. Never surrender. NEVER AWAIT go and GET IT.

Behold this tragic emanation of a modern and withered spirit. Here we see a soul gazing upon the terrifying, infinite architecture of the Cosmos, only to recoil lash out and demand the comfort of a padded cell with a guaranteed reward. This posture is an unwitting resurrection of the Adversarys original pre mortal plan, a sterile and cold calculation of a simulation where the risk of failure is non existent, and stripping all intelligence of its sovereign agency ability to grow and its Divine potential to become as the Father is. The unformed and unbaked clay demands a reception in golden halls of the Kingdoms of Glory, while pleading to be spared the brutal, bleeding, crushing reality of the climb, no pain no loss no choice. Yet, there must needs be opposition in all things Without friction, there is no conscious choice, without the grave reality and gravity of the descent, there is no glory in the ascension. To expect a cosmos without an antagonist is the equivalent of an uninitiated child standing before the master craftsman’s forge, crying out in protest because the fire burns and the hammer is heavy. This is the wailing of a philosophical infant attempting to deconstruct the mechanics of Exaltation while possessing absolutely zero gnosis of the proving ground. How can one who has never struck the anvil of his faith nor taken the time necessary to actually absorb and grow dictate the necessity of the flames? This entire premise is atop a painfully shallow, surface level reading of text a baseline orthodoxy entirely insufficient for cosmic comprehension, much less for tearing down the architecture of the universe. In demanding a guaranteed heaven coupled with the illusion of free will, this mindset seeks a rigged game where every path no matter how stagnant, brings them to the reward?! To accuse the Divine Architect of a hero syndrome reveals the ultimate illusion, its the natural man projecting their own holographic, carnal ego onto the Infinite. Its a mindset that cannot comprehend a Love and a Law whose sole purpose is the grueling, necessary maturation of its children. We all begin at level zero in knowledge out in the wilderness of mortality. We all pass through the veil and have to come to terms with the profound gravity and duality of this world. I have great sympathy for that initial shock of the crucible and the fledgling state of knowledge. But the tragedy here is not the lack of knowledge or the level of awareness nay, it is the aggressive, arrogant championing of spiritual and intellectual lethargy and the danger this possess to other uninitiated souls. Its a cowardly albeit stereotypical attempt to drag others down into a sterile, atheistic void simply because the natural man lacks the endurance or will to wrap his mind around the true nature of our second estate. For misery loveth nothing more than company. Let this hollow shouting stand as a warning beacon to the true seekers out there in the ether. If we stop seeking deeper truth, if we refuse the friction of the forge, we become stagnant. Our ascension freezes, and the slow descent into the gravity of ignorance begins. We must push further every day, Embrace the Crucible. Embrace your Sovereign Inheritance. Put In The Work and Climb Higher.

The journey to the Tree is a grueling fight waged on two primary fronts, the war with the Adversary, and the silent, Grinding War Within. The Great and Spacious Building is not a static place you simply walk away from, as much as I wish it was. I ran for years and years and never left the place soaked in my own sin. But after all those years of running, I realized a deep truth it is a phantom fortress. It is a holographic projection emanating from our own hearts and minds, existing in a state of constant construction around us wherever we are. Which means to escape or leave we must be in a constant state of tearing it down. I have found it to be a never ending war. The seeker must fix his gaze upon the Greater mysteries, dreaming of that final ascent into the Bosom of the Divine. He must reach for the cosmic truth, in a constant hunt for Gnosis and deeper understanding. But make no mistake even with our hands firmly gripping the iron rod, the assault is relentless. We are assailed by the emanations of our own mind and heart. The echoes of old wounds, the defensive armor of the ego, and the whispers of the adversary coalesce, beckoning us to abandon the grueling path and take a rest for a spell and sit in our comfortable, familiar seat within the sins of the world. It is agonizing to walk the path of reality while the illusion screams your name. Why endure it? Why not yield to the familiar comfort of that internal building? Because a Man does not walk for himself alone. He pushes forward into the dark to carve a wake. Just as ancient wayfinders cut a brutal, bleeding trail through the physical wilderness so that generations might safely follow, a Father must hew a spiritual trail through the wilderness of his own carnal mind. We fight the parallel wars. We tear down the holographic building day by day, and we grip the rod so that our children will have a lighted path to walk behind us. Vana Imaginatio Et Veritas Cosmica.

Look closely at this standard depiction of Lehi's Vision. The art is beautiful, but it hides a subtle deception that most of us fall for every single day. The danger of this visual shorthand is that it Externalizes a battle taking place Entirely inside the human mind. The canvas tricks the seeker into seeing a spatial binary. It draws a river, a mist, and a wide field, creating a comfortable, pacifying illusion, If I take ten steps toward the Tree, I am ten steps further away from the Building. It lulls us into believing that leaving the "vain imaginations" of the world is a gradual, physical departure from a Specific area filled with wicked people. But the architecture of the building is Entirely Holographic. It is constructed from our own internal projections, intellectual vanity, and the native carnal ego of the natural man we were born as. We do not nor can we ever truly walk away from the building Nay, we carry its blueprints within our very DNA. We are not born as neutral travelers in a mist, we start inside the building (the natural man). It is the default operating system of our very flesh. Therefore, stepping toward the Tree is not merely a change of scenery. It is not merely choosing to be baptized or making covenants. It is a grueling, continuous act of psychological and spiritual warfare against our very selves. Every step forward is an active choice to starve the Ego of the building materials it craves. Everyday presents a new front on this Battlefield that we either face head on or get flanked by. This is why the slip into those vain imaginations truly happens in an instant. You do not always slowly wander across the field towards it. A bruised ego from an insult or the impression of one, a flash of intellectual arrogance brought on by a midwit online, a sudden craving for the attention of the opposite sex, a poor driver on the freeway cutting you off, and in a split second, you teleport back into its halls. The structure has profound muscle memory. It is a familiar, comfortable frequency, triggered as instantaneously as a familiar scent from your childhood when Grandma was making Chicken and Dumplings, suddenly transporting you back in time. The most sobering reality of this duality is that we can occupy both places at once. Read that again! You can physically and intellectually (metaphorically) stand at the very roots of the Tree yet mentally reside or be transported back into the penthouse of the Building. You can grip the iron rod while actively feeding the phantom architecture of your own spiritual complacency. To truly walk toward the Tree, to prepare to partake of the fruit and ascend to the next sphere requires the Terrifying Realization that the building isn't OUT THERE, It is IN HERE. We are our own stumbling blocks, dragging the vanity of the world to the very threshold of the divine. The final obstacle to ascension at the Tree is not the world nor is it an unfamiliar adversary. It is the architect of the building, the very one who designed your own Vain imaginations. And the architect is YOU.

"Come follow me" Said the master!

He'll be back

One of the adversary's most subtle tricks is conflating temporary administrative policy with Eternal Doctrine. If he can convince the Women and Men of Zion that Modesty is merely a fleeting cultural standard that fluxes with the times no different than a 1970s campus grooming code he can convince us that the standard expires the moment society changes its mind. Do you see the inversion happening there? Just look at the average suit and dress from 50 years ago compared to today. The direction of our culture is not an ebb and flow, it is a Riptide pulling strictly in one direction. It pulls into the depths of debauchery and lascivious behavior. When your immodesty becomes the siren song that tempts others, you are no longer just making a fashion choice. The Apostle Paul warned explicitly against this "But take heed lest by any means this liberty of yours become a stumbling block to them that are weak." (1 Cor. 8:9) President Spencer W. Kimball echoed this ancient standard "To be immodest is to be a contributor to the moral delinquency of another." Years ago, President Dallin H. Oaks cited a tragic observation of modern culture "I can't go to the mall without seeing pornography; it's walking around me." Today, that mall is in our pockets. You cannot open Instagram or Tik Tok without seeing supposed daughters of Zion posting to all the world what constitutes digital pornography or, at minimum, actively planting pornographic images in the minds of others. This is not harmless social media behavior. It is the weaponization of Voluptuous Kinesics and Libidinous Gesticulation. It is entirely akin to the Greek Cordax or the Lascivious Saltation practiced by the Roman cinaedi, performances historically engineered to lower public standards and cultivate a culture of wantonness and lewd behavior. To accompany these displays, they pair their bodies with sexually insinuating urban music, syncing their movements to audio designed for the pure debasement of morality, boasting of casual degradation. By participating in this, they become willing accomplices in the moral decay of the masses. The Great and Spacious Building is constructed entirely of these shifting sands. Its fashions and morality change with every passing breeze, demanding that we lower our gaze to meet its debased floor. But the Lord declared in Jacob 2:28 "For I, the Lord God, delight in the chastity of women." Modesty is not a cultural relic it is the outward, visual manifestation of inner chastity and a soul that understands its divine sovereignty. Elder Jeffrey R. Holland placed the final defense of our culture squarely on the shoulders of the WOMEN of the Church "You are the ones who must set the standard... If you do not, the adversary will win the day." When we trade the -Eternal Standard of Modesty- for the fleeting, hyper sexualized aesthetic of modern culture, we are not modernizing our faith. We are simply loosening our grip on the Iron Rod and drifting into the mists of darkness, desperate for the applause of a building that has no foundation. "Come, follow me," said the Lord. Let us make no mistake, we must unite in the war against this destructive force that assails our families and destroys the world around us. The Great and Spacious Building is sinking into the depths. Take His hand before you drown with it.

@Bronzeagemormon Remix time

Buckle up Dorothy, because Kansas is going bye-bye

Truth

Dalin H Oaks 2005 In concentrating my talk on this subject, I feel like the prophet Jacob, who told the men of his day that it grieved him to speak so boldly in front of their sensitive wives and children. But notwithstanding the difficulty of the task, he said he had to speak to the men about this subject because God had commanded him (see Jacob 2:7–11). I do so for the same reason.

Embrace your Potential Embrace your Inheritance Put In The Work and Climb Higher